From sea to polluted sea
The land of our fathers spoiled
Government now master, not our servant
The plan of the founders foiled
Untrammeled power, naked rite
A viper hovers, coiled
Poised to strike all not sheep
America's promise, soiled
The traitors order cuff and key
Blanch not white or red
So long as their might is within their grasp
They care not what their fathers said
No morals, conscience within their breast
To them such things are dead
Only their rule and their bag of gold
With these the scoundrels fed
Truncheons entrenched within their clench
Boots upon their paws
Obey or suffer that is their song
Their victims within their claws
Killers who would bludgeon the human spirit
Oppression is their cause
Thieves of our hallowed nights
Bedecked in a cloak of laws
The innocent man they hate the most
The pure of heart and mind
He they tar with their lying brush
So that none refuge find
Justice for them an idea mocked
For criminals are their kind
There is no law they would not break
And the people they design to bind
Their force makes right they mean to say
Today they wield the power
But every season has its end
And the buds of change begin to flower
We the loyal to the founding Creed
Are awaking by the hour
The reign of tyrants shall meet its end
Before our will shall cower
Rev Matt Hale
Dec 40AC (2013)
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